You don't have to do it alone

The Empress opened the bottle at his prompting and took a sip before handing it back to the Warlord. Venom and Sirius sat side by side, and he scooped the bottle up in his own paws. Taking a small sip himself, and savouring the taste of it. Art had been right, it was good.

He gently nudged it to her side again, leaning further back on his paws, looking at the ceiling of this temple. A temple to the shrine, and a reminder that he had once captured this land for Deathbelles sake, and then broken her heart and spirit. He clenched his paws to the floor and sighed, feeling many of his own regrets, and wondering how many Deathbelles daughter now held. “Did you want to talk about it?” he asked gently, not pushing. If she wished to simply drink beside him and speak nothing of her loss, then he would do exactly that. But either way, he would be there beside her.


"Sirius Fatalis"